Текст песни Кирюха и Стервочка - Гул мотора

The roar of the motor ripped night's rest,
On the way, he raced young rocker.
Black paint decked his helmet.
This rocker was known everywhere and to everyone.

Every evening he drove to the entrance
And it is a maple girl waiting
They rode right up to the morning
And all the more beautiful for it was she.

But one day, he saw her with another.
Kissing at the entrance to it with him,
And it certainly looks it is no longer,
And Volga black maple stands.

He turned around, she did not say anything,
He turned and pressed on full throttle.
And flashed lights in his eyes -
In turn, he did not hit the brakes.

A road is a monument to him,
And every night she goes to him:
& quot; I'm sorry, darling! I'm sorry, dear, dear!
I am guilty! I have sinned against you! & Quot;

The roar of the motor ripped night's rest,
On the way, he raced young rocker.
Black paint decked his cross.
This rocker was known everywhere and to everyone.